As August comes towards its close, something fundamental shifts within Port Miere.

Eight long months into the city's placement in the Mittlenacht, where the skies are perpetually grey and dim, where night and day hold no relevance...the sun rises.

It is a red sun, flaming and effulgent, licking at the sky around it with constant solar flares. A few hours after it rises it stands ascendant in the sky, dominating the mist with an unnaturally large presence. As it lifts through the firmament so too does the temperature increase - the clammy, cool weather that the residents had become used to suddenly the unbearable, inescapable heat of a raging Summer's day.

It does not move from its spot when it stands high in the sky. It does not continue on, to move and set where the mist opens the way back to Primus. It remains. Scorching heat spills through the city, lighting up the marshy northern side where the slums rest, illuminating the Citadel that for months has stood as a stoic, harsh silhouette.

Something more, however, does change: twelve hours after the sun has risen ascendant, the skies slowly begin to darken with fine, ribbon-like tendrils of shadow.

And slowly - very slowly - they begin to encroach upon the blazing sun.

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